Santana woke up to the sound of banging and figured it was probably her roommates fucking. She groaned and pulled the pillow over her head and tried to get to sleep again but knew it was futile. To deal with this she needed coffee and Quinn. She picked up her phone and sent a text.

It read: Code 101, roommates are at it again. Need your help asap.

Her phone buzzed a few seconds later, Quinn: Shit. Come over, Rachel's out so you won't have to deal with her. Try not to kill anyone xo

She smiled because her best friend knew her too well. It was 11 am and she had to deal with this. God her life was hard. She threw a jumper over her head and some jeans, brushed her teeth and cringed at the sound from the room to her right. Living with two boys and a slutty girl was painful.

''Fabray! Where you at?'' Santana called as she used the key she owned since she basically lived her anyway. She would much prefer that.

''In here, Lopez'' Santana smiled at the familiarity. She was scared when they left high school that they'd get out of contact and they did for a while but Berry having a breakdown and Kurt calling them both, they started speaking again and she couldn't have been more grateful.

Quinn was in the kitchen huddled over a few textbooks, she smiled when Santana came in. '

'I need to ask a favour''

''Ugh, you're not going to ask me to cover lady hummel's shift are you? I was hoping to go shopping or something''

Quinn smiled faintly, ''I've gotta cover Tina's too. Please? We can do it together, it'll be fun. How about as a consolation, we get drinks after on me''

Santana sighed and sat next to Quinn on one of the stools, and faked annoyance, ''You are the worst best friend ever''

''I love you too, we should probably get going soon. Do you want some lunch? You probably haven't eaten and given the fact you can't cook, I doubt you've had anything substantial since the sleepover Friday''

''Pancakes. Oh and bacon, and if you're feeling generous slide some eggs on there would you, momma's gotta eat and all''

Quinn closed the textbook and took a pan out, ''Fine. And now tell me, what were your room mates doing this time? Like actually having er, sex? I don't believe that''

''How many times Quinn! I'm not lying, they fuck every day. Multiple times actually. It's sickening. Disgusting, I honestly feel sick walking into that apartment. I don't know where to sit so I spend most of my time sitting in my room like a loner' Santana sighed ''I really hate it there Quinn''

Quinn cracked a few eggs and asked for the salt and Santana obliged. ''You know'' Quinn mused, ''Why don't you just move out?''

''Wow, thanks for that genius plan Fabray. And where would I stay? On the streets? Do you know how fucking expensive New York is?''

''Well, why don't you stay here for a bit? You can share my room, my beds big enough. It's not like we'd be uncomfortable or anything, you'd just have to pay for your groceries and a little rent, but if you don't want to I mean-

''Don't say another word. It's settled. I'll stay on the fucking couch if it means I get out of that slut house. I think I can honestly smell the sex- Quinn motioned for her to not go any further and for once Santana complied.

Quinn put her food in front of her and Santana started shovelling it down. When was the last time she ate?

''Someone's hungry?' Quinn smirked

''We gotta leave soon and'' Santana swallowed ''You always were a good cook'' Quinn laughed and then Rachel came through the door. She was singing something and Quinn could already see Santana's annoyance bubbling, she whispered for her to be nice.

''Oh hello Santana! What a nice surprise this is. To what do we owe the pleasure?'''

Quinn took the lead ''Her room mates were er, fornicating, again. So I said that Santana could maybe, stay in my room for a bit?''

Santana looked up at Rachel expectedly, with eggs pouring out her mouth, ''Please? You don't know what it's like in there. And who knows it could be fun an all. The three best singers back together again''

Rachel her bag down and took off her jacket, mulling over the decision, ''Why don't we just fix up the office? It could easily be a spare room, you still have your bed and stuff right? Until we have it fixed up you could alternate between mine and Quinn's room so that you don't annoy one of us for too long. It could be fun yes''

''Fuck yeah Berry, I knew somewhere under all that Streisand shit you were cool. Up top baby'' Santana held her hard for a high five and Rachel smiled a little too wide and tapped it with her own.

Quinn looked at the clock and announced it was time to leave. ''We'll go to work, get the drinks you can stay in my room tonight and tomorrow we can deal with your room mates. All three of us together. Sound good?'' Rachel and Santana nodded. Quinn always was good at getting things done.

Work was slow and Santana was bored. If you couldn't tell by her frequent exaggerated sighs, then it was the fact she was now sprawled on one of the chairs that was allocated for people to read part of the book before deciding whether to pay for it or not, and shouting ''I'm bored!''

Quinn rolled her eyes ''I know you're bored. You've said so 12 times in the past 20 minutes. It's work. It's not supposed to be fun'' Santana groaned extremely loudly causing a few looks from customers walking around until she shot them all a look and they turned around.

''How long we got?'''

''Time you got a watch''

''Don't be short with me Fabray. I'm sweating balls and I'm so fucking bored I'd rather knock myself out with a book than have to stare at them for any longer. How. Long. We. Got?''

Quinn stacked another book on the shelf and checked her watch, ''Bout 25 minutes. If you helped you may be a little less bored, you know''

''I don't think that's possible. How about we spice this conversation up a little?'' Quinn didn't like the playful look in Santana's eyes. But she was bored too. They'd been here since 1 and it was nearly 7. At least she wasn't working with Kurt, all they talked about was boys and even to Quinn, boys were becoming boring. Quinn held a book in her hand and turned to face Santana.

''What did you have in mind?''

''How about we talk about that boy you're stringing along, what's his name again? Ah yes, Mr Noah Puckerman himself''

Quinn stiffened, ''How about we talk about that girl who broke your heart. What was her name again, Lucy?''

''Fair point. I won't bring him up again. And if you bring her up again I'll break your legs, okay?''

''And you too, sweetie'' they both laughed at each other, they were mean sure. But to each other it was usually always a joke, usually anyway. The second Noah was brought up with Quinn would get defensive and Santana knew not to push it. Quinn looked at her watch ''Looks like it's time to go, go get your things''

''Fuck yes, lets go get buzzed Fabray. I want you puking your guts up by 9''

''Ha, that's not happening. I need to get into shape. I was thinking of maybe taking up I don't know, dancing or something. Maybe Mike could help''

''Really? That's sounds oddly interesting. You either invite me or I'll come myself. Plus, I'm sure there's lots of hot girls there''

Quinn nodded and smiled, her best friend's mind was always in the gutter, but it was entertaining. ''I'll call him tomorrow''

Santana had on a short red number with matching heels, while Quinn had on a dark navy dress with a black cardigan, and if Santana was going to say it, which she would, they both looked fine. ''You know Quinn, we look smokin' tonight, if you don't pull anyone you know where i'll be'' she winked playfully

''You're sleeping in my bed tonight, neither of us are pulling. Deal?''

Santana laughed ''Fine deal. Want a drink?''

''I thought they were going to be on me tonight?''

''It's nothing'' Santana went over to the bar while Quinn found a booth to sit at. Rachel was supposed to be meeting them at 9 and it was already 8:30 so she gave her a text.

Quinn: Hey Rach, are you still coming?

Her phone buzzed a few second later.

Rachel: Of course! I can't find my eye-liner though, can I borrow yours? Also, I'm wearing black, is that going to clash? Is Santana wearing black? She'll kill me, oh god what am I going to wear? Quinn smiled at her phone, this was typical Rachel. It was quite endearing actually.

Quinn: Santana is wearing red, you're good. And yes, it should be in my room with the rest of my make up, you'll see it. Hurry up, Santana's trying to get me drunk and I don't think I can hold out

Rachel: Quinn Fabray I refuse to be the only sober person. Then we'll all have to get drunk won't we. I'll leave in 10, love you xoxo

Rachel: Found the mascara, you're a lifesaver ;)

''Who are you texting, your girlfrieeeeend?'' Santana put two shots down and two other drinks she couldn't distinguish by mere colour.

''Unlike you, Santana I don't play for that team''

Santana straightened and Quinn almost regretted what she'd said ''What the fuck is that supposed to mean?''

''Nothing. It was a joke. Look can we like, not fight tonight? Rachel's coming soon and you know how nervous angry you makes her. I invited her so be nice''

''Fine. Get that shot down you, we have some drunk to get us''

Quinn looked confused ''That doesn't even make sense''

Santana handed Quinn a drink and she took it. They threw the liquid to the back of their throats and Quinn coughed causing Santana to smile and rub her back.

''Racheeeeeeeeeeeeeel! I'm so glad you're here, it's been so long since I last sa- saw you, I missed you'' Quinn was slurring her words and Santana was surprisingly the sober one. Well this was a turn of events.

''Hi Quinn, I'm sorry I'm late. I had a phone call and it was important. Santana can I talk to you for a minute?''

''Sure Berry. Quinn stay here, we'll be back in a minute'' Quinn mumbled her response and Santana followed Rachel.

''Finn called, Noah's drunk and outside his apartment. He wants to see Quinn''

''Shit no, he can't. He messed her up, if he carries on I'll kick his ass. What do we do?''

''I say we get her home prompt, turn off the lights and get her into bed''

Santana nodded determinedly and walked back over to Quinn, she put an arm around her waist and the other holding her arm and pulled her up. ''Quinn, honey. It's time to go home''

Quinn puffed out her cheeks and stomped her foot, she looked like she was going to throw a Rachel fit and even Rachel knew this wasn't the time. Santana looked at her helplessly and took Quinn's other arm. ''We have vodka at home, I'll even drink with you if you come back now''

''Really? I don't b-believe you''

''If we leave right now, then I promise'' Quinn quickly complied and linked arms with Rachel and put her weight into Santana. They left the bar with a stumbling blonde and a two very determined brunettes. They both knew how serious this was. Quinn was a wreck when it came to Noah, though the two didn't really know why, or see the appeal. It was just common knowledge.

The taxi ride home was quiet apart from Quinn's loud comments about how hot they all looked or how pretty the city was and when they got back, both Santana and Rachel were extremely glad to see nobody outside of their apartment. Rachel payed the taxi man and linked arms with Quinn again and Santana took the keys.

''Where do you want to sleep tonight, Santana? In my room or with Quinn? She could be loud or vomit, it probably would be a good idea for you to be with her but if you don't want to deal with it I could sleep in her bed?''

''I'll stay with her, promise. I'll make sure she doesn't drunk text all that, goodnight Berry. You've been really good tonight with her and stuff, so erm, thank you'' Rachel smiled and they all said goodnight once they were in the apartment.

Santana poured two glasses of water for the both of them and crept back into Quinn's room to find her passed out on the bed with her dress still on. Santana went through Quinn's drawers to find some clothes and fell into bed with Quinn and she fell asleep quickly after that.

Santana woke to find Quinn against her body with her hands pressed against her stomach, then she remembered last nights events and got out of bed quietly to find Rachel. She was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a book. ''Hey Berry. How's the head?''

''I didn't drink remember? How's yours?''

''Barely had anything before Quinn was gone so I slowed down to look after her. I'm glad you came, even if it was only short lived''

''Maybe next weekend we could do it properly, invite Tina and Mike and a few others''

''Just as long as you don't bring the elephant''

''Finn and I are no longer together, Santana. As I have said before, although I'd appreciate if you didn't call him that as we are still very good fr-

There was bang from upstairs and both girls looked at each other before Santana said she had it. She went to Quinn's room to find Quinn searching for something.

''What you looking for? Your dignity? That left the building when you started kissing Rachel's neck last night''

Quinn groaned ''Can we not talk about that? I feel shit already. My head kills, I got a text from Tina this morning telling me that Mike can squeeze us in today at 12. Look at the time sweetie, it's 11:30. I refuse to be late. I don't even remember texting her''

Santana walked to Quinn and pulled her over to the bed she gave her the bottle of water she was holding and Quinn smiled and drank some. ''Feel better?''

''A little''

''We don't have to go you know. Mike works 4 days a week, I'm sure we could go tomorrow or something. Wait shit that's Monday we have class. Next week?''

''I've been saying next week for months. I'm sick of skipping out on stuff like this, I need to go. Please come with me?''

Santana sighed and blew some hair from her face ''Alright, alright. But I'm going in the shower first. See if you can use Berry's''

''Thank you. You're a good friend Santana''

''What are best friend's for hey? Now get ready before we're late'' Santana slapped Quinn's butt as she stood up and the blonde screeched pleased with herself she walked to the shower. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

''You didn't have to come with us Rachel. Stop moaning''

''I was just saying Quinn, that maybe if you didn't get so drunk then you'd be feeling more up for this. And I'm always up for a challenge so of course I came!''

''Stop shouting'' Quinn mumbled

''Oh honey, that's just her speaking voice. I probably shouldn't have given you so much. Sorry'' Santana shot Rachel a look and she stopped staring.

They were silent for the rest of the way and Santana could feel Quinn's hangover radiating from her. She was a little worried about the whole Puck thing, she was sure something would happen. Rachel had a big mouth and Finn's wasn't much smaller himself.

They pulled up outside a large building and she was pulled from her thoughts when Rachel held the door open for her. ''Right, where the fuck do we go?''

Quinn shrugged, and said she'd text Mike. They waited in silence on the pavement for directions. Santana saw a girl jogging from the building they were facing and hold her hand above her eyes to shield herself from the sun, obviously looking for someone. She wondered, or almost hoped that she was looking for them. She was pretty, Santana noted. Blonde hair, long legs and well, if anyone knew Santana at all they knew she couldn't resist that combination. Quinn especially.

Quinn's phone buzzed again. ''I think we're supposed to walk in with her'' Quinn stated and Santana smiled gleefully.

They walked over to the girl and she got the idea and bounded over excitedly, ''Hey I'm Brittany! You're Mike's friends right?''

''Yeah'' Santana croaked out, embarrassed by her inability to speak properly

''Great! Well, me and Mike take the session together but he's assessing me today so I'll be taking it. But I'm just as good promise, do you want to follow me?''

Oh yes, Santana thought. She definitely did want to follow her and that she did.